Rumble, rumble—blazing white holy radiance and violet void energy erupted in violent conflict, seemingly dividing the entire courtyard into two regions, one white and one purple.
Ling Xingjian's commanding cries and Tangben Long's roars intertwined, their respective wills bursting thunderously in every direction.
This was a decisive battle of strength.
It was also a decisive battle of will.
Many people valued strength because strength was conspicuous. But in truth, when a person possessed a powerful will, they could surpass their original limits, accomplish many things they once could not, and create miracles both great and small.
Such people were called heroes.
Sparks flew within the heavy truck, while thick smoke billowed. Amid painful yet stubborn gasps, Old Jia gritted his teeth and kept crawling forward. He had begun crawling the moment Ling Xingjian rushed out. For him, crawling like this inside an overturned vehicle was exceedingly difficult and agonizing, yet he had never stopped.
He crawled past the medical area without stopping.
He crawled past the first-aid kit without stopping.
He crawled past Shi Tiexin's sealed chamber for his breakthrough, paused slightly, gazed deeply at the chamber, then continued crawling forward.
His unwavering gaze fell upon the firearms scattered ahead.
The battle outside was incredibly fierce. In terms of individual combat strength, they were all monsters; any one of them could easily kill him, a severely wounded man. His struggle seemed utterly meaningless.
But Old Jia did not consider any of that. He only crawled, kept crawling. Painful beads of sweat poured forth, blood loss made him weaker still, yet blazing flames burned in his eyes.
That was the pride and persistence of an old soldier.
"I need to find something with enough kick..."
Outside, the clash between holy radiance and void energy was incomparably intense, while the battle between